Didn’t think I’ve ever have to babyproof these particular cabinets. Ugh . . .

The boy learned the secret of the stool several weeks ago; he has just recently though picked up the secret of the chair: namely, move the chair(s) to what he wants and then get right up in it. He partly broke that right door (the open one) by banging it as hard as he could a few times; banging it was, temporarily at least, the funniest thing in the world. I eventually had to put a stop to it, and he was not happy.

I didn’t really need any clean dishes tonight anyway. Get home soon, CFO.